Dayum son!

Once the cookie passes your lips you feel a gurgling in the pit of your stomach. You see the pile of unopened cookie packets lying next to Harry's bloated form and your mind blanks as you crash to the floor next to them and begin ripping them apart in order to empty them down your gullet. It doesn't take long for your belly to fill out, soon becoming soft and jiggly, tugging at the seams of your shirt, and straining against the stitching of every button valiantly clinging on to ensure that your chest remains covered. Eventually, the struggle becomes futile as your massive, flowing moobs burst over and your swelling gut finally tugs the two ends of the fabric apart, only for the pace of the swelling to increase as you are able to reach the cookies more easily.

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